Just another day, just another trip to Aldi…
Christmas is always greener on the other side… Or is it?
A short poem about Christmas when you’re the wrong side of the tinsel wall. (Contains swearing.)
I risk death by tinsel strangulation when I reveal that Christmas isn’t so much the “season of goodwill” as the season of one-upmanship and exclusion. WARNING: risk of choking on your mulled wine.
She asked me whether I felt the loss of my ‘project’ now I’ve given up trying to change him.